Some days
We try
Very hard
Other days
We simply
Let be
You strive
You compromise
Which decisions
Change your life
You know them
In the moment
That they are made
We all sit
Under the same sky
The truth of our lives
The undercurrent
Running through everything
Inescapable
Some days
There's no anesthetizing yourself
And it bubbles up
From your soul
Into your throat
You try in vain
To swallow it down
It runs down your cheeks
Catharsis
And you face yourself
Under that same sky
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